The tryptophan coma has worn off. I don't wanna do anything but spend money on the Internet for stupid Black Friday and Cyber Monday deals. Don't care about a bunch of bass players noodling away at the Double Clown, don't care about Punk Rock gigs your band is playing at that nobody goes to, don't care about Record Store Day, I don't care about bands from Japan playing covers of Local bands, I don't care about what's going on in Ferguson, I don't give a shit about whether the Murder City Devils are playing or not, but the one thing I do care about, is when a band of Poseurs, led by a pedophile rapist piece of shit, come to town and play a gig. Then, for some reason, I care... then I care a lot.

Everyone's got a right to their opinion. Everyone's got the right to ignore the facts and just keep their head in the sand. My opinion of your band is pretty low if you're playing that gig, especially if you're some bearded P.C. Emo Beardcore Punks In Vegas Loving Obvious Hypocrites. Whatever. I hope Jorge's dick falls off while he's raping some other underage girl in their tour van. Maybe when it's your sister or someone you care for, maybe then you'll give a fuck. Maybe.